Last night I caught Mr Moo counter surfing. Not something to generally be encouraged in a dog, I know, but when your dog is a month away from reaching 13 and a half and you didn’t think you’d hear their front paws hit the kitchen worktop ever again, it becomes a moment to celebrate, a memory to treasure.
This morning Mr Moo and I did the Smacky-Botty-Dance. I couldn’t tell you quite why this little game started, but it began with Mr Moo and our much missed Cassie, many years ago. The dog chooses to walk through your open legs, from the front, and when their bottom end nears your body, you give them very gentle bottom pats while singing Smacky-Botttttttttttty a number of times. Then the dog walks around to the front again and you repeat. Tails wag, Mum (and Dad) smile and for a moment, all is good in the world.
I realised recently that our youngest rescue dog, Daisy, hadn’t curled up in bed with Mr Moo for a while. She had, for a long while, climbed into bed with him in the kitchen each morning while I washed up and got their breakfast ready, and she’d often do the same for their evening meal. I wondered, since this had stopped, if she had sensed something wasn’t right, before we realised. It made me sad that she no longer joined him – and it was oh so cute to see the two of them snuggled up.
Well this morning I turned around, while washing up, to see her snuggled up on Mr Moo. It brought happy tears to my eyes.
The smallest things are often the biggest treasures. Remember these wonderful moments.
Angela
xxx
Mr Moo, posing in the garden yesterday.
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